Sunday, January 18, 2015

Celebrating my birthday in Minnesota is generally time to hunker down with shoulders shrugged to ears. This mid January has brought a blessed respite of temps rising to 40 degrees. Collar bones can soften down the back and possibly some creative juice can flow.

my heart picks its way around the housemy mouth proceeds the white cane blindly tapping bumping bruising smartingI understand that the muse often becomes the doormatI've been in up in the rafters and under the rugwhat's a body to do in order to live in the center - where blind desire is shown to the doorand kindness and gratitude given the best seats in the house?
If you have wondered about the how the muse inspires contemporary writers as well as how the ancients viewed genius vs inspiration check out Elizabeth Gilbert's TED TALK here.